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'The winds that never moderation knew,
Perhaps the wind Wails so in winter for the summer's dead, And all sad sounds are nature's funeral cries For what has been and is not.
GEORGE ELIOT— The Spanish Gypsy. Bk. I. But certain winds will make men's temper bad. GEORGE ELIOT—The Spanish Gypsy. Bk. I.
(See also DICKENS) The wind moans, like a long wail from some despairing soul shut out in the awful storm!
W. H. GIBSON—Pastoral Days. Winter. The wind, the wandering wind
Of the golden summer eves Whence is the thrilling magic
Of its tunes amongst the leaves? Oh, is it from the waters,
Or from the long, tall grass?
Through which its breathings pass?
Loud wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er the moun
tains, Fresh wind, free wind, blowing from the sea, Pour forth thy vials like streams from airy moun
tains, Draughts of life to me. D. M. MULOCK-North Wind.
When the stormy winds do blow.
(See also CAMPBELL)
To strive with the winds.
An ill wind that bloweth no man good-
9 Madame, bear in mind That princes govern all things save the wind.
VICTOR HUGOThe Infanta's Rose.
He stayeth his rough wind in the day of the east wind.
Isaiah. XXVII. 8.
11 The wind bloweth where it listeth.
John. III. 8.
LONGFELLOW-A Day of Sunshine. St. 3.
Has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year,
I listen, and it cheers me long.
LONGFELLOW—Woods in Winter. St. 7. It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds'
cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are in my
eyes. For it comes from the west lands, the old brown
Who walketh upon the wings of the wind.
Psalms. CIV. 3.
In a riotous unrest
From the shoulder to the wrist
Of the waving hand he kissed. . JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY—The South Wind
and the Sun. 24 A young man who had been troubling society with impalpable doctrines of a new civilization which he called “the Kingdom of Heaven" had been put out of the way; and I can imagine that believer in material power murmuring as he went homeward, “it will all blow over now." Yes. The wind from the Kingdom of Heaven has blown over the world, and shall blow for centuries yet. GEORGE W. RUSSELL—The Economics of Ire
land. P. 23.
O the wind is a faun in the spring time
Firm and erect the Caledonian stood; Sound was his mutton, and his claret good; “Let him drink port!” the English statesman
cried: He drank the poison, and his spirit died.
Anon. In Dood's Epigrammatists. (1870) Old Simon the cellarer keeps a rare store
Of Malmsey and Malvoisie.
John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
Of noble enterprise,
'Twill make your courage rise, Twill make a man forget his wo;
'Twill heighten all his joy.
Emblem of man, who, after all his moaning
And strain of dire immeasurable strife, Has yet this consolation, all atoning
Life, as a windmill, grinds the bread of Life.
DE TABLEY--The Windmill. Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Wind of the western sea!
A fresher Gale Begins to wave the wood, and stir the stream, Sweeping with shadowy gust the fields of corn; While the Quail clamors for his running mate.
THOMSON—Seasons. Summer. L. 1,655.
11 Yet true it is as cow chews cud, And trees at spring do yield forth bud, Except wind stands as never it stood, It is an ill wind turns none to good. TUSSER—Five Hundred Points of Good Hus
bandrie. Description of the Properties of Winds. Ch. XII.
(See also HEYWOOD) I dropped my pen; and listened to the wind
That sang of trees uptorn and vessels tost;
A midnight harmony and wholly lost To the general sense of men by chains confined Of business, care, or pleasure, or resigned
To timely sleep.
So Noah, when he anchor'd safe on
BUTLER-Satire Upon Drunkenness. L. 105.
Few things surpass old wine; and they may
preach Who please, the more because they preach in
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after.
BYRON—Don Juan. Canto II. St. 178.
Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires The young, makes Weariness forget his toil, And Fear her danger; opens a new world When this, the present, palls.
BYRON-Sardanapalus. Act I. Sc. 1.
The wine in the bottle does not quench thirst.
HERBERT Jacula Prudentum.
13 Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table.
HERBERT Jacula Prudentum,
14 You cannot know wine by the barrel.
15 Sparkling and bright, in liquid light,
Does the wine our goblets gleam in; With hue as red as the rosy bed
Which a bee would choose to dream in. CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN-Sparkling and
Bright. 16 And wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile. HOMER-Odyssey. Bk. XIV. L. 520. POPE's
Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.
BYRON-Sweet Things. St. 5.
Ah, who is this lady fine?
O'er wall and tree
Ten thousand casks, Forever dribbling out their base contents, Touch'd by the Midas finger of the state, Bleed gold for ministers to sport away. Drink, and be mad then;
'tis your country bids! COWPER-The Task. Bk. IV. L. 504.
5 The conscious water saw its God and blushed. CRASHAW—Translation of His Own Epigram
on the Miracle of Cana. St. John's Gospel.
Nunc vino pellite curas.
Now drown care in wine.
Vino diffugiunt mordaces curæ.
By wine eating cares are put to flight. Adapted from HORACE—Carmina. I. 18. 4;
and 7. 31.
Quis post vina gravem militiam aut pauperiem crepat?
Who prates of war or want after his wine? HORACE—Carmina. I. 18. 5.
“It wasn't the wine," murmured Mr. Snodgrass in a broken voice, “it was the salmon.”
DICKENS—Pickwick Papers. Ch. VIII.
Spes donare novas largus, amaraque
Mighty to inspire new hopes, and able to drown the bitterness of cares. HORACE_Carmina. IV. 12. 19.
Fæcundi calices quem non fecere disertum.
Whom has not the inspiring bowl made eloquent. HORACE-Epistles. I. 5. 19.
When asked what wines he liked to drink he replied, “That which belongs to another.” DIOGENES LAERTIUS — Lives and Opinions
of Eminent Philosophers. Diogenes. VI.
YONGE's trans. 8 Bring me wine, but wine which never grew
In the belly of the grape,
As for the brandy, “nothing extenuate"; and the water, put nought in in malice. DOUGLAS JERROLD-Jerrold's Wit. Shakes
From wine what sudden friendship springs?
GAY-Fables. Pt. II. Fable 6.
Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy. SAMUEL JOHNSON—Boswell's Life of Johnson.
(1779) 24 But that which most doth take my muse and me, Is a pure cup of rich Canary wine, Which is the mermaid's now, but shall be mine. BEN JONSON—Epigram CÍ.
Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain,
With grammar, and nonsense, and learning; Good liquor, I stoutly maintain,
Gives genius a better discerning.
Sc. 1. Song.
Wine it is the milk of Venus,
(See also MOORE)
Wine that maketh glad the heart of man.
Psalms. CIV. 15.
We care not for money, riches, nor wealth; Old sack is our money, old sack is our wealth.
THOMAS RANDOLPH—The Praise of Old Sack.
The produce of the vineyards has not failed everywhere, Ovidius. The heavy rains have been productive. Coranus made up a hundred jars by means of the water.
MARTIAL-Epigrams. Bk. IX. Ep. 98.
MILTON—Comus. II. 46.
You'll never write anything wise;
Which hurries a bard to the skies.
(See also JONSON) o Roman punch! O potent Curaçoa! O Maraschino! Maraschino O! Delicious drams! Why have you not the art To kill this gnawing Book-worm in my heart? MOORE-Twopenny Post Bag. See Appendix,
Der Wein erfindet nichts, er schwatzt's nur aus.
Wine tells nothing, it only tattles.
Wine kindles wrath.
of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't. Coriolanus. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 52.
(See also LOVELACE) 23
Give me a bowl of wine;
Julius Cæsar. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 158.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!
Othello. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 283.
Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter fruit. OMAR KHAYYAM -- Rubaiyat. FitzGERALD'S
trans. St. 54.
Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used; exclaim no more against it.
Othello. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 313.
The Grape that can with Logic absolute
The sovereign Alchemist that in a trice
trans. St. 59.
Vina paract animos, faciuntque coloribus aptos: Cura fugit multo diluiturque mero.
Wine stimulates the mind and makes it quick with heat; care flees and is dissolved in much drink. Ovm-Ars Amatoria. Bk. I. 237.
Like the best wine,
that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
Song of Solomon. VII. 9.
The hop for his profit I thus do exalt,
bandrie. A Lesson When and Where to Plant
And must I wholly banish hence
These red and golden juices,
That pallidest of Muses?
crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know. COWPER—Task. Bk. IV. L. 120.
(See also THOMSON) On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.
KEATS-On the Grasshopper and Cricket. His breath like silver arrows pierced the air, The naked earth crouched shuddering at his feet, His finger on all flowing waters sweet Forbidding lay-motion nor sound was there: Nature was frozen dead,--and still and slow, A winding sheet fell o'er her body fair, Flaky and soft, from his wide wings of snow. FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE-Winter. L. 9.
Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in
sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decayThen leaps in spring to his returning kisses. CHARLES KINGSLEY — Saint's Tragedy. Act
III. Sc. 1.
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
WILLIAM BLAKE–To Winter.
When now, unsparing as the scourge of war,
Look! the massy trunks
BRYANT-A Winter Piece. L. 66.
Up rose the wild old winter-king,
And shook his beard of snow; “I hear the first young hare-bell ring, 'Tis time for me to go!
Northward o'er the icy rocks,
Northward o'er the sea,
This land's too warm for me!”
POPE-Ode to Winter. L. 85.